Chapter 22 I Liked It, But It Wasn't My Gown
- Zoe’s fever finally broke the next morning, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Once she was steady on her feet again, I headed home, exhausted but relieved.
- There was still one thing left to deal with—tomorrow night’s banquet.
- The one where I had to show up looking like I belonged. Like I hadn’t spent the last few years hiding in the shadows of someone else’s life.